|Hi! I am a big fan of poetry, so that will be my main focus here.|
If I am you, and you are me
Who am I?
If you are me, and I am you?
Who are you?
The mind is like the ocean blue
It can hold a thought and that can affect me too
It can also hold memories of the past
But the thing that happened doesn't really last
It changes over time and is no longer the original copy
But, to me, it'll always be
When I think of a memory long gone
It effects the waves of the ocean
And, in reality, that effects my body's response
And I no longer feel at peace with myself which can be a pro or a con
Depends on how you look at it
Depends on where it'll fit
So, when I'm at peace with the world
The ocean calms down because, my heartbeat, it heard
So, be careful of how strong the ocean tide effects you
Because, if the ocean can affect me, it can affect you to...
Paint me with all the colors of the rainbow
Like black, blue, and yellow
But, when you paint me, don't forget
Underneath all of that paint lies someone you can't see yet
Since you have painted me with so many colors, how's it possible to see the real me?
How about painting me with colors I already am. That's easier than painting me whatever you want me to be
So, when you see me in the street, you might not recognize what you see
Because you've already colored me like you'd color a tree
Brown, and green mixed with whatever other color you chose
So, the real me, no one really knows
Because the rainbow of colors you colored me with, aren't mine
But, since you colored me with these colors, maybe...
I'm not broken; I'm a little cracked
And that's okay. It just means I went through hell and, now, I am back
This crack can't be fixed, but I won't give up on trying to fix it
Because, when an egg is cracked, you can put it back together bit by bit
It won't completely be fixed and it won't look the same as before
But it will look like it went through some door
And came back better because it had been through worse
It came back somewhat fixed and it will live on with what some might call a curse
But it isn't one; it's an experience for the egg
Because the egg is now food for some and it's no longer cracked; and for this food, some might beg
So, be grateful for every crack you have in you
So has her tone
And she has tried
She's loved a lot
And she's got a soft spot
She's great in the arts
And has tried to mend many hearts
She's got a voice like you've never heard before
She's great at closing, and not opening, doors
She's the past, the present, and the future all rolled into one
She's happy when she gets the job done
She's got weaknesses like everyone else she knows
She can do things the way God intended her to do, and, on you, she grows
No one knows her the best
But she knows, when push comes to shove, she'll pass any test
Whether they are in school or in the life God gave her
She'll do the best she can, that's for sure
And you know what else, if you h...
I start thinking of the past
I know that some parts of the past didn't last
So, I sit there, pondering why
And then, I realize that time does fly by
Because of time, I changed who I used to be
Because of time, I changed my identity
Because of time, I am no longer the same
Because of time, I am now in a different game
Just like a butterfly gaining its wings
I am now a butterfly among many other things
But I am mainly a human being with many shades of blue
Because blue symbolizes an old soul and I am that to many of you
How can I believe in something I can't see?
How can I believe in that possibility?
It's like seeing the setting sun fade from view
Even though the moon shows up, and the stars come out, where are You?
I believe that You created the universe in all its complexity
But trust doesn't come easily for me
Even though You've shown me that you can
I still don't believe that You're the Man
So, it's a mixture of distrust and disbelief
Because I don't know what You have up Your Sleeve
You may be my Father, and I respect You for who You Are
But, with the knowledge I now carry, thanks to You, I don't know if that'll take me very far
I know the knowledge I carry is all because You want me to know this
When they're born, the first cry, we hear
They're finally breathing our air
By one years old, they're too cute
Saying words in their language rather than, God Forbid, being mute
By two, words, they can say
But not all the way
By three, they're in preschool
Not following the rules
By four, they begin the trouble we all know and love
And they don't know any different, so we try to ignore them by looking up above
By five, they've grown an inch taller and they're proud
They're also quite loud
Skipping more than a few years, they've finally reached adulthood
And when that happens, it's a total shock to their system and that's not good
But, by then, they don't even realize it yet
Until they reach ...
Everyone knows me as me
The problem with that is what they don't see
I am not only me; I am my soul, and body too
So, if you see me in the streets, know that this is my view
Pain.... What is pain but a feeling in the head?
What is pain? And do all pains need meds?
Interesting question, I do say
I would like to know the answer to that today
But, like almost all questions, the answer won't come right away
So, in this pain, I'll have to stay
With no answer for it right now, I'll have to patiently wait
And, before I know it, the answer will come and I'll finally feel great
In the meantime, I'll wait here
Until I can finally cheer
Tears come as I write "Miss You"
They land on the paper too
I don't know what to do
So I simply let the tears come through
I don't know what else to write
So I just sit there, holding on tight
To the letter I'm holding, which isn't right
And I am still crying with all of my might
Love can devour, love can destroy
But, most of all, love can treat you like a toy
But, when the end of the day comes, is all of this worth the wait?
And, if it is, at the end of the day, will I feel great?
Love is mostly something dangling in our imagination
And it's always hard to reach, which never causes elation
It's like the bone treat we give to a dog: at some point, he gets it
And when he does, he no longer barks, or has a fit
Love can also calms us down
It makes us feel like we're wearing a crown
A crown full of love that can't be explained
But, when push comes to shove, will we still be entertained?
I'm a different religion than most
But when I admit that to people, I'm toast
My religion and the color of my skin aren't what define me
But to those who see me, they think that's what defines me, but I don't agree
The color of my skin is what most people, I don't like saying this, hate
And that doesn't make me feel first rate
So, when you see me, don't judge me based on my skin
Judge me based on what goes on within
Had I known back then what impact you'd have on me
Would I not have had any connection with you that I can see?
Would my present be different because I didn't know you?
Would yours have been different too?
Would the world be a different place because you, I didn't know?
Would I have a different face because, to you, I didn't go?
Would I finally be able to count my scars?
Would I finally be able to pinpoint where it hurts most? That'll surely help me go far
But since I knew you and people like you, my scars are hard to count
I know they're more then a certain amount
But I don't even know what that amount is
My innocence, I do miss
Because, then, I didn't have all the knowledge I carry with me ...
As tears roll down my cheeks
I think of how my life's been sort of bleak
But I know deep down inside
That, that's not true and I should feel pride
But, yet, the tears keep on coming even more than before
And I keep on crying behind my closed door
The tears have been hiding for too long
And so here they come, very strong
I have only minimal control over my life
Why do I say that? Because it's true
And also because I am not totally in control
God is and that's my point of view
God created the world in seven days
While I wasn't even born yet
And there's proof in the pudding, as they say
Because the Jewish nation was taken out of Egypt
So, my answer is God is in control more than I
And even if you don't believe me, I believe
And that's all that counts, right?
And there's no reason to grieve
What would I do if I were president?
I would, piece by piece, the world mend
I wouldn't expel anyone as long as they're good
And have no criminal records, as no one should
I would give to the poor and ask the rich to do the same
We are, after all, in life, in the same "ballgame"
There would be no need to be afraid anymore
Because I would make sure that all the people of this great nation are good to their core
If they're not, there are cops around
And, even if the sirens do make a sound
It'll make the "criminals" afraid to be so
Because the cops will be tough enough for them and it won't be a show
So, even though I am not capable of this
I am asking God to help with this business
Faith is faith
Faith in what, you may ask?
Believing that you'll come out the other end unscathed
That might be a hard task
You're in a box with no way out
You don't know there's a door you missed
And there's no reason to shout
But you do shout, hoping to be heard
Hoping against hope that you'll get out soon
But you can, with just a simple word
"Help" and you're out, over the moon
Over the moon with happiness
That you're out and free
That door, you found and opened out of this box's mess
And you're happy to just be
That is faith
You came out the other end with help from Above
You came out unscathed
And he's showing you His Love
Because you believed in the impossible and ask...
Trust is blind
Belief is in the mind
Trust is blindly doing the trust exercise
Belief is much more than even I realize
Trust is without seeing
Belief is a way of being
Trust is speaking your mind and being heard
Belief can change with one word
Trust is keeping others secrets
Belief is never filled with regrets
Trust is knowing when to stop
Belief is believing that there's a hole that needs to be jumped over with more then a hop
Trust is knowing that the person telling you this isn't lying
Belief is in the trying
Trust is knowing that you'll land on your friends body when you fall
Belief is not knowing at all
Thank you for everything:
For being a human BEING
For helping our mother when you can
For being a woman
For doing what you can when you can do it
And for not giving in to the pressure of society
For not necessarily trying to, in society, fit
For doing the best you can, even with your anxiety
For being a human being with flaws and weaknesses
And accepting them as much as you can
And doing everything to not show how you are a mess
And for being strong no matter the obstacles of both God and man
Harry Potter was a creative effort written by J.K. Rowling. The books tell the story of The Boy Who Lived while He Who Must Not Be Named, died. There are so many interpretations of the whole story.
First, what might be your interpretation? It can be in any format (other than pure gibberish). Tag this one 'imagination' and 'Harry Potter'.
Second, what creative efforts have you come up with that have either been published or have gone through the roller coaster ride known as publishing? This can also be written in any format (and, as mentioned above, no gibberish). Please tag this one 'Creative Effort'.
Thank you! And, don't forget,
The reason behind why people are treated poorly:
It doesn't have to do with you or me all that much
It has to do with what we see
And what we touch
If we see someone of a different age, color, race, etc, we treat them differently because we're afraid
But, on the other hand, if we touch the heart of another, maybe, just maybe, we'll see things differently
Maybe we'll see why we were created
Maybe we'll stop being afraid of those we don't necessarily really see
We see with our eyes
We judge with our minds
But what I just told you may be a surprise
And may actually help you out of a bind
I think it's high time we start seeing with our hearts
I think it's high time we stop judging with our hea...
What would I change in my history?
I would prevent my mother's heart attack
It changed everything for us and that is no longer a mystery
I would want my mother back
But if I change the past, will that change the future?
Why, in all those movies and tv shows, do they say to be careful when dealing with the past?
Maybe because the past is what makes us who we currently are; of that, I'm sure
And if we change the past, our future selves won't be the same; that part of us was ruined when we changed the past and, that part of us, no longer will last
But, if we take out all this, then the thing I mentioned above, I'd still like to change
Because of what it did to my mother
I'd still like to be cl...
We don't know what the plan is
We don't know what the future holds
We don't know anything
Or so I've been told
So, every time I close my eyes
It could be my last
Every time I think I could be surprised, I could
There is proof in my past
Every time I speak
It could be the last thing I say
Watch what you say today
Even if we don't know what the plan is
We still exist and that means something here
Even if we don't know what the future holds
We can still be human beings and show the world we care
We do have free will, or so I hear
It's not all in God's Hands
Even if it's unclear to us
Some of us understand
We don't understand everything
But we understa...
I fly with the birds, so happy and free
My feet hardly touch the ground as I fly
I know I can't touch the sky, but I will try
I will fly with the birds and just be me
I will be a human while flying with the birds
Which means I'll still be me and I'll eventually touch the ground again
But until then...
I'll fly and be free and, about this experience, there will be no words
Nothing to write here
Nothing to say
I can't explain this feeling
And it won't go away
So, I'll just live with it until he leaves
And then I will finally feel relief
This situation is hard to explain
But I know I won't grieve
He put us in this situation
And I don't know why
God can take us out of it
If our prayers reach the sky
But why wait?
Why make us wait this long?
It makes us feel hurt
And less than strong
But I guess God has His plan
And we'll have to wait a little longer to be free
But I don't want to wait this long
I want to be able to be
Anger is like the setting sun
It has no place to go but down
And when it does, we're filled with anger
And that makes me frown
Not the usual frown, mind you
This one's filled with emotions I can't explain
Maybe it's filled with mostly anger
And that feeling isn't mundane
So, I see why it's like the setting sun
It has no place to go but down
But then, eventually, morning comes
And I'll eventaully see no reason to frown
Anger: it bubbles up inside of me
And I don't easily let it free
It's easy to hold on to
Because it's easier than feeling pain; at least, from my point of view
I feel the pain of the past
Even though I thought it wouldn't last
Not after I did what I did
And that's the hardest part, I must admit
Feeling the pain and carrying it with me wherever I go
Isn't so easy and I can't get rid of it unless I do it slow
But the hardest part of letting go is moving on
And letting go means that you no longer need to hold on to an invisible string called the past. I want to let go and freely run
But when I pull the string along with me, it's easier than letting go of it
Because I'm so used to holding on t...
Although there is nothing in both of my hands
I still stretch them out to you in the hopes that you'll understand
And maybe you'll take my hands in yours
And then, maybe then, I'll cry till I'm hoarse
I want to cry, but there are no shoulders welcoming my tears
So, I spend my time crying inside and that might take away my years
But I have no shoulder to cry on, so when I stretch my hands out to you, you'll know why
I need a shoulder to cry on, and this will help me cry
What would get everyone in the world to speak as one?
That's a question I CAN answer and that might get the job done
If we all have one thing in common, then maybe, just maybe, our voices will be heared
Because we're all saying the same words